And with the dull lethargic consciousness of lifeAnd the presence of black wings furled around my bed at nightEncroaching until the crisis of diseaseRestored me suddenly, perfectly, to life

I am yours

So it goes

December

Broken, got it all broken Hoping, got it all worked out

So, we're in this together And I hope We'll come out soon

Vicenarian

Life is simple, life is sweet, if not yet quite complete My broken drum machine heart beats

Life is simple, life is sweet, if not yet quite complete Every step you take be it with dancing feet

Life is simple, life is sweet, if not yet quite complete Your naked skin stuck to leather interiror car seat

Life is simple, life is sweet, if not yet quite complete Love, Life, Light, such an indominable feat

Sometimes we all talk too loud. Lost in our own voices, our lips smack at the sounds Locked around the bottle chomping at the bit For just one more For just for one more sip

And this is just the tip of a Two ton three hundred and fifty seven foot Iceberg

And this is all it takes Just the one minute mistake And this is all it'll be All it ever was Just a wine-soaked point of serenity

You were lead footed and loose-tongued You were dancing on table tops It's way too much, you're far too young And there were too many two way mirrors In everyone's hands What's left to ruin of our best laid plans Of Mice and Men you helped me understand What's left of us - is never enough of us

And this is all it takes Just the one minute mistake And this is all it'll be All it ever was Just a wine-soaked point of serenity

In Vino Veritas

Tide

This well Tempered Clavier makes clear What sticks in this clavicle Oh unknown thought You are intangible Oh distraught voice You are unfathomable And so it goes Oh Son of Man why do you seek the living amongst the Dead? Is it better to die amongst the living then to live amongst the dead Oh Son of Man why do you seek the living amongst the Dead? Is it better to die amongst the living then to live amongst the dead Oh such sensitivity oh such capacious animosity were you born this way? Or did you choose to be such an Arsehole. Well so much for subtlety you'll reap what you sow and so it will be so the story goes It never ceases to ebb and flow

Waiting

You breathe out and in Again and again Waiting for The start to finally end.

Is this all? Is this all? Is this all? Is this all?

Noah

We carved our names into the timbers And sailed for 40 nights and 40 days. Gathered the animals And with the lion the lamb will lay

It's not a choice we make We're just born that way

But Lord knows I wouldn't have it any other way I wouldn't have it any other way I wouldn't have it Any other way.

False Start

So many times I've closed and locked my door And never left someone behind wanting so much more 12 month on and I'm still waiting for a fall For it all to fall

But you don't fall

If I fall down If I fall apart We were made that way To fall down from the start If I fall down If I fall apart In our house of cards You were always the queen of my heart. And now I know All the other times All the other girls Were just a False Start.

Oh such joyOh tower of BabelIt's all we are and nothing lessIf such things persist, so much more exists

Well it's only a trick of the lightThat made you believeBut what is leftIf you leaveSuch faithSo pureMisconstrued as truthIs it that it should?Such faithSo pureAll you would askIs it that it shouldIs it that it should

It's just a trick of the light

ENCRYPTED

You tried to hide yourself awayIn all the words you never say

You always had to laugh the lastFar too smart at least by halfFor the splintered mastTo which you're lashed

Because the sirens in the night Have us surroundedWhat do IDo with our history

In kindred silenceThe forest suffocates the pathClimb darkling chasmsTo dawn at last

She falls down the mountainDown the mountain when she comesAnd down down sinkingShe pulls the sun

Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky

Wish I had something better to say to youAnything you want to hear?You keep telling me how nobody ever loves youI’m loving you right hereYou’re telling me everyone lets you downI wouldn’t ever let you down you know.

And I, I’m terrified, I’ve lost you in twenty thousand streets under the skyAnd I, made a mistake and I’m sure you made one tooWe shouldn’t let love pass us by like we do

And I, I’m terrified. I’ve lost you in twenty thousand streets under the sky

Restless:

"Down at the bottom of bank streetThere's a house, stands up all by itselfWith nothing to lean on

You'll find nobody homecept the leaves the rain the dirt the howling windsings a restless song

Stuck in the heart of your homelandIs a knife, you cannot help but twistThough you don't know it yet

And right in the eye of the hurricaneThere you stood you wept you brought out something pureand there you buried it(For anyone to find)

Back in the garden of englandThey say deep in these hills there is a crownWhich will bloom when it is needed

And though they all think you're unstableYou keep telling everyone the ravens have left the towerDid you finally lose your patience

Restless , endless, nameless, deathless, voiceless, deathless, restless restlessAll these old buildings make us feel like children

Milk Teeth

If we were mindless and senseless and bornwithout nameswould you still call out for something moresome small refrainA little piece to tide you through?

Born into a dirth of soundAn inauspicious townWhere such success can becomeSo suspicious

Can a man not be judgedBy the sweat of his own browWhen all is said and doneWhat else is there to do?

If it’s all so hopelessthen why cry out for something more

Our bodies mortal and finitenever knowing what they’re actually good for

We simper so many simple foolsto pass away these easy days

And when all is said and done what else is there to do What else is there to saywhen the sun burns downwhen the seas dry outwhat else is there to do?

You’re milk teeth in an old skullIt’s time to go

Lost in Your Own Home

I watched your armslike the roadmaps of EnglandDon’t say that word, don’t say that wordI was talking of fearsI should have heardBut you were speaking without movinga lip or a line connectedat the seams turned inwardsthese folded paperwet cardboard dreams

I was threadbare and needle deepAnd lines of fabric seep into swollen fleshLeft lying on linen I was listless in the evening and restless in the morningthese sweat soaked sheetsan agony left between the pleatsand I fumbled through duvetscavernous collected cottons to find some relief

And we’ll caw and claw, all night longLinger let hang each note of the songsung softly, but never sweetlythis taste is idle upon my tonguetoo many fizzy drinksthat incandescent toothbrush balanced delicately onthe bathroom sink

I am lost in my own home.

Brevity

Why can't you speak clearly to meand say exactly what you meanyou hide your words in polyphonic symphoniesthat seem to me to be absurd

and would you take some timeto listen to me , not everything needs to be saidwould you take some timeto mull it over, some things are best in your head

Oh brevityyou never quite got the best of meOh obscurityconceal me, please

What can be said in a couple of wordscan be mistruedand I will not be dettered

and if you take your time to think about ityou would say the same you would say the sameThese words I choose well I will decidefor what is left of a man but his own mindAnd i've made up mine for once in my lifethese words are mine, These words are mine.

Oh brevityyou never quite got the best of meOh obscurityconceal me, please